Racing Thru Time

Call my cali girl like baby boo Tell the squad to come thru Bring the hair curlers, crown royal we can kick this shit like Kung fu Girl talk and that good weed high heels, hair weeve Swisher packs be cinomin Double bundle that indian?? Only thinking about you Got me feeling kinda freaky so you know what I wanna do I'm texting you like bae can you come over Soon as I get you here its going be over You brought the whip I'm naked on the sofa Purple monolo heels and about to roll up And we goin blow it down down While you put it down Lipstick on my swisher I'm a light it now Beat that pussy up I'm talking 12 rounds Baby won't you come thru I got all my girls you bring all yo niggas Now tell me what you wanna do See you can bring that loud while we roll swisher And we can get gone, gone gone And we can get gone, gone gone A v neck bob or a Grade a Either way I'm swinging Sashè long in the front Flip it back when I roll my blunt Pretty girl shit, pretty girl thick men still love this southern shit Tummy stay flat body on fleek, a freak in the sheet but a lady in the streets Vera Wang fetish, love cuz they love us Make hoes jealous, more green then lettuce How about we match up if you're a chief then your a keeper Body shit roll up boy pass it round And we goin blow it down, down While you put it down Lipstick on my swisher I'm a light it now Beat that pussy up I'm talking 12 rounds It's Diamond boo, come thru